Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 691

691. I don’t like it

“It’s a sword.”

That’s a short answer.

“relics?”

Encred asked back. He knew from the name on the sword that it was not an ordinary item.
He had heard that Ragna had come to get it, and that the head of the household had it, and he had asked for it, but he knew that the head of the household would not give it to him quietly.
If he inferred, he would have to prove something or have conditions to receive the sunrise.
He could tell this much just by looking at the situation.

‘If Christ had come, would he have made a fuss and asked to be let in for a look?’

At first glance, it seemed like it was something you wouldn’t even be able to look at for a few gold coins.

“It’s a family heirloom that has been passed down through generations.”
“……You’re going back to the Border Guard with the heirloom?”
“Yes.”

Ragnar had no worries at all. The tone of his voice was no different from when he spoke of the sword.
Encred knew that his personality was a bit odd. He was a bit more stubborn and honest than others.
To some people, that oddness might be an element that made him seem like a bit of an odd person.

‘But not to this extent.’

This is definitely crazy.
Who would allow him to return to the Border Guard with his heirloom?
Encred’s eyes narrowed without him even realizing it. Ragnar recognized that gaze and spoke.

“It’s unpleasant. Why are you looking at me like I’m looking at Rem?”

With words. “Whoaaak-” The water poured down and soaked Ragnar’s hair and shoulders, flowing down. While talking, he had already taken off his clothes and was pouring water over himself.
Encred answered while pouring water over himself. Black water flowed down his feet. It was a refreshing moment since he had not been able to wash properly for a while.

“Think over what you said.”

Ragnar answered immediately.

“Isn’t that a problem?”

Encred shook his head from side to side, then stopped and answered self-deprecatingly.

“It’s called the Mad Knights because it’s full of madmen.”

If it were Ragnar before, he would have just ignored it because it was annoying, but the current Ragnar was exploring what he would leave behind. Therefore, he couldn’t just ignore the wrong words.
In fact, even when everything was annoying, he couldn’t just ignore these words.
Aren’t there words that bother him and are so annoying that he just can’t ignore them?
That’s exactly what Encred said just now. That’s why Ragnar provoked him as he had learned.

“Isn’t that the name given to the captain because he only goes around breaking women’s hearts?”

Encred turned his gaze to the iron bathtub that was standing on one side. It would be perfect to lightly stretch after washing.
Ragnar continued, leaning back against the edge of the large wooden bathtub and raising his chin haughtily.

“The captain left behind at least one legend that he destroyed a woman’s heart.”

Encred, despite not being Ragnar’s mother, was somewhat impressed by his growth.

‘The ability to provoke has increased compared to before.’

But that doesn’t necessarily represent his sword skills.
Could Ragna be unharmed by the waves and flashes of light? Could this be a good opportunity to test what he’s learned during his journey?

‘Yes.’

Encred judged it that way. There was no reason. He did it because he wanted to.
Objectively speaking, it was truly crazy. He had to endure it because he was told to eat and wash up.
But Encred was also stimulated by Ragnar’s father and mother.
In vulgar terms, his blood boiled.

Swaying.

Encred pulled out his hand that was submerged in water. Using the water as a scabbard, and his hand as a sword. He straightened his fingers and applied strength. It was a shape that symbolized a blade with his hand.
The splashing water droplets, the steam filling the bathroom, pressed heavily on the surroundings, and the cool air flowing gently passed between them. Encred drew with his hand as a sword. Drawing a line that fell sharply from top to bottom.

“You crazy bastard.”

Ragnar let out a part of his inner voice and raised his hands. His hands met Encred’s hands, forming a cross.

Bam!

Water droplets splashed in all directions around the two.
Ragnar looked into blazing blue eyes.
Why are you suddenly attacking me now? I don’t want to know, and I don’t want to find out.
Haven’t you always liked this author because he did this ?
It’s the same now.
Encrid is a madman who lives each day as if he’ll die tomorrow. This kind of perspective on life is what Ragnar learned the most.

‘Today, I won’t waste any time, no matter what the situation.’

This is the life I am pursuing now.

‘What do I want?’

I don’t know. I can’t know the answer. But should I stop there because I don’t know the answer?

“If you don’t know, just do as you are told. Do what you can do now.”

Encrid always speaks. He speaks with his actions, even if he doesn’t say it with his mouth. He conveys his meaning with his attitude. Ragnar has now accepted that meaning and speaks.

“Let’s dye the bathtub with blood.”

Encred accepted those words.

“Yes, it’s blood, right?”

Ragnar denied it with a blank expression.

“no.”

* * *

The noisy and tumultuous washing time passed.
Anyway, after washing up and shaking off the dusty clothes, I put them aside, and the attendant put clean clothes in front of me.

“I told you to wash up, so what did you come out doing?”

She said this while squeezing her wet hair with her hand. It was something she thought would come out naturally.
Ragnar’s hair on his forehead was torn off, and Encred was hit in the face, leaving a blue bruise.

“Conversation.”
“Water splash.”

The two gave different answers, but there was no need to ask more.
Encred gave a rough answer and examined the clothes he was wearing. Gray pants made of a solid piece of fabric as the outer material and a soft piece of fabric as the inner material, and a stiff beige shirt.
The rest of the gauntlets and gambits were carried separately on the back of the green vest made by the fairies, especially the Druis craftsman, and the sword belt and weapons were also carried.
Since these were never dropped from the body, Grida didn’t say anything.
Also, since it was common to carry a sword in Zaun, everyone would have thought so.
This was a place where people with dual swords gathered even when cooking. Isn’t it natural for guests to wear swords?
Anne also changed into a wide-fitting one-piece dress and had only a bag that reached her waist.
She couldn’t tie up her wet hair, so she shook it out and let it hang down, reaching her shoulders. Anne combed her hair with her fingers a few times and took a deep breath.
She had come here for a purpose, too. I was nervous because I had to bring it up at the dinner table.

“let’s go.”

Then he led the group again. As they headed to the restaurant, a savory and sour smell tickled his nose.
He was excited because he hadn’t had a proper meal in a while. And then, when he entered the restaurant, Encred tilted his head.
One of the people sitting at the large oval table looked familiar. It had been so long since he had seen them that he had forgotten their name, but he definitely knew their face.
Encred searched his memory and recalled their name.

“ray?”

The opponent also recognized Encrid. He opened his eyes in surprise, then frowned and answered.

“……I have never revealed my name. Encred of the Border Guard.”

The look of surprise was obvious for a moment, but since he was saying such absurd things, the answer came out naturally. He
had brown eyes and an ordinary-looking appearance, and he once visited the Border Guard with a rapier. He had also told Encred to follow him.
I remembered his slitted eyes. He seemed fierce just by looking at his eyes, but he was a strange author who gave off a gentle impression overall.
While looking at his face and searching my memories, I remembered that he had long arms and used a fast sword.

“Open.”

Encred raised his right hand and waved goodbye without saying anything.

“I don’t think we were on good terms to greet each other so warmly.”

Since it was a long time since they had met, Encrid was able to do something just by remembering.

“Was it? My memory is hazy.”

So, when I spoke honestly, the other person moved his lips a few times and then answered.

“Yeah, I guess I can forget.”

The man was surprised to encounter her here, having already heard of Encred.

‘Why are you coming out here?’

I had doubts about this, but I know what Encred did after becoming a knight.

‘I thought it was half an exaggeration.’

It doesn’t seem like that at all, so it’s just so amazing. But what can I say here?
Not everything in the world goes as expected.
He believes that he has a great ability to predict and infer the future, but he doesn’t think of himself as a prophet.

‘It’s still surprising, though.’

Now that I look at it, it wasn’t just an article, and it seemed to be of a considerably high standard. Of course, I couldn’t examine it in more detail with my own eyes. That’s the limit of my eyesight.

“Okay, now that we’re all here, let’s eat.”

The owner said.

‘They say the son who left a long time ago brought a guest.’

The eyes of the man occupying a seat at the table scanned Ragna.

‘Was that person the son of the Jawoon family?’

Well, even then, it was obvious that he had extraordinary talent.

‘You followed your son.’

I didn’t know the purpose, but I could guess the process, but guesses were guesses, and various thoughts were going through my head.
It’s okay to say that you never know how the world will turn out.
I never thought I would meet the person who I thought would soon be suffocated in the swamp of frustration, filled with romanticism and chasing my dreams.

“I guess it’s a sphere?”

Ragnar’s mother stood up and asked to welcome the guest.

“I once came to the city and stayed there, and he tried to persuade me to go with him.”

Encred answered based on the memories he had recalled. It was a simple summary.

“That’s because that’s the kind of person I am.”

Alexandra casually suggested a seat, and Gaju sat down first.
Next, a man with slanted eyes whom I hadn’t seen in a long time sat down, and Ragnar sat across from Gaju, and next to him was Anne, and next to him was Encred. Grida was next to Alexandra, and Magrun was nowhere to be seen.
Encred asked as he sat down.

“If that’s how it was supposed to be?”

The man spoke honestly, for he could not and had no reason to hide his identity here.

“I’m a recruiter for the Empire.”
“A recruiter?”
“My job is to travel the continent and offer special offers to those with exceptional talent.”

Encred recalled the moment when the man had once asked her to go with him.
The Imperial recruiter spoke first, making sure there was no misunderstanding.

“The offer I made to you was not to expect force, but to be my successor. I have seen that you are smart and have the ability to manage people.”

The Empire must have given him the position of Talent Recruiter because he had the talent to say what the other person wanted in advance.
He told Encred what he was curious about. He also revealed his honest feelings.
He made sure there was no misunderstanding by saying that it was not because he saw potential, but Encred didn’t expect it, so he just assumed it was like that.
He had already known long ago that his talent was poor.
Back when he had only just picked up a sword, that day when the genius kid pierced his stomach.

“What an interesting relationship. Let’s eat.”

The host suggested and no one was particularly formal.
Encred first tore into a well-cooked turkey leg. Grid sprinkled powdered seasoning on one side of the well-cooked meat and ate it.
Feeling the juicy and savory taste of the turkey leg in his mouth, Encred followed what Grid had eaten.
I don’t know if it was the northern way or the Jaun way, but it was a style of sprinkling powder on lamb and eating it.
The powder was a combination of several seasonings, and it had a spicy, sweet, and refreshing taste.

‘Not bad.’

Overall, the meal was meat-based and had a lot of meat. In a way, it was a natural diet.
The people of the Jawoon family said that it was a place where people who trained by swinging swords all day gathered.
Didn’t you see it when you came?
They lived in stone buildings and had their own training grounds in front of them, and there was also a large open space right in front of the castle.

‘It seems like everyone gathers there and hangs out together.’

In fact, some people were leaning forward with dull swords that had not been sharpened.
This is why everyone would prefer a meat-based diet. However, the table was not unbalanced. There was also a salad of crushed eggs, olive oil and vinegar on grass, and cheese.

“It’s not alcohol, but it’ll be exciting.”

Ragnar handed over a yellowish drink. As Encred sipped the drink from the copper cup, a sour scent tickled his nostrils and invaded his head, followed by the flavor of mountain berries that swirled around his mouth.

“It’s diluted and aged vinegar made from wild strawberries. It’s not something you can easily taste.”

It was a liquor made only from yellow raspberries that grew only in the nearby area, on top of a cliff.

“I told you I came because of an important proposal, but you brought an outsider with you.”

These are the words of a recruiter who was half-asleep.

“It doesn’t matter if they hear it.”

The owner answered immediately. Then he picked up a napkin and wiped the seasoning from the corner of his mouth.

“Really?”
“Of course.”

The recruiter maintained silence for a moment and then opened his mouth.

“What I am about to say is a proposal from His Majesty the Great Emperor of the Empire. Become a shieldmaster. Tempest Zaun.”

Encred didn’t know what was going on, so he just listened. Well, he wasn’t surprised when he heard the Emperor of the Empire.
It was within the expected range. Even before the Rapier Inspector mentioned that he was the recruiter of the Empire, he had inferred that he was from either the great southern nation or the northern empire.
If it wasn’t one of the two, it would have been difficult to suggest that they go together.

‘Perhaps the recruiters from the North and South have been roaming the central continent for a long time.’

There must have been many cases where talent was stolen.
So this is not surprising. If you know how to examine the situation on the continent to some extent, it is within the range that can be predicted.
However, it is just strange that I smell something I have never smelled before from the author whom I met again after a long time.

‘That’s strange.’

The scent was coming from the wizard.
It wasn’t a strong sweet scent, but it was the wizard who had attacked the group several times on their way here.
I hadn’t been able to properly tell the head of the household yet, but that was the truth.
And the head of the household answered.

“I don’t like it.”

It was an answer that seemed firm, resolute, and yet insincere because it still showed no emotion.